"Mr. Beall stuck out his hand and Mr. Peter took it. "Thank you," Beall said. "We'll see you an hour after sunrise." Where are you staying; have you a...room?" Peter asked as we turned back toward the wide front door where the black servant stood in silence."We'll find an inn," Beall said."Ha," said Robert Peter. "Don't try Slater's, and I wouldn't send a pig's mother to any of the other places. Come, you'll stay here. I've plenty of room."And so we did and ate a small meal, used the fancy House. Silly. I can't remember why I decided to name him that. It just came to me when I saw him, that's all." You're right," the young man agreed with another disarmingly open and good-natured grin. "He does look like a Bix." And Holmes?" asked Pam. "Where's his double-brimmed cap and his drooping pipe?" Oh," the young man laughed, "I only let him wear those things in the privacy of my apartment. Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. Actually, it was the look in his eyes that made the decision. I parked next to the pump and walked back to ask if she wanted a lift and if so, could she wait until I got some food.Heaven on earth, black, raven black hair and eyes so deep you could loose yourself in them. A full figure with a somewhere age, and a smile that took up her whole face, genuine and friendly."Would you like a lift?". Stupid, of course she wanted a lift, 32 years old and I was tongue tied. I was going to talk to government ministers, yet here I was falling over my own tongue over. She even had a piercing in her nose, and another one through her lip. Now, I had first met Rachel back in my first year on campus. She was in my English lit class, and we’d pretty much hit it off immediately, sharing similar interests and musical tastes. Of course, being a horny young twenty year old male, my interest in her wasn’t entirely platonic. I’d dreamt about nailing that sexy round ass of her’s since day one. The only snag there? She was dating some asshole named Mike. I know that I’m.